Birdy

 by Tischencko Anastasia 

- Are you sure?

- Of course! I was thinking about it a lot. At list, it's not very risky. If I won't like something, I

can change it. Though, I suppose it won't be needed.


During the time we walked to the tattoo shop, Julie has asked me that question six times.

My answers were long and short variations on one word: YES. I was ready to have that little

ink spot on my skin. Julie behaved almost like my mom, all the way trying to warn me about

this irreversible step. People make mistakes when they decide to make tattoos with names

of beloved ones or under fleeting impression. But who cares? Mistakes take place not only

on our skin but in our souls and minds too. And my mistake could be not to listen to my inner

requirement. And now my feet were moving to the needed place. As we have come into

tattoo shop small Chinese bells rang. Tall woman worn in black met us and lead us to accurate

well-lit room. The walls were covered with bright colored photos of skin masterpieces and on

the shelves instruments were combined with different decorative stuff. She politely pointed on

the chair and I sat there. "What shall we do?" the woman asked and sat towards. "Small bird.

Here is", I reached out my hand. She looked at my palm and started. I closed my eyes.

Small bird was born on the river coast where weeping willows grow. As every small little

bird she was studied how to communicate with other birds, how to find food and how to fly.

She left her family nest quite early. This made her fly from one riverbank to another. She likes

to cut the silver surface of the water while flying and to get lost in woods and settlements of

other birds. Small bird flies without a rest but. She wants to be somewhere else, where the

sun rises and branches of almond blow. Small bird believes that if she puts an effort she will get

that land that meets sunlight and breathes with freshness. Someday.

I looked at my hand and saw tasteless resemblance of bird. It was creature mixed of a hen

and hummingbird: so fat and motley it was. I wanted to shake it off from my hand hurriedly.

But it was still there. I nearly cried from despair…

And then my eyes opened. My hand ached a little bit but I got relaxed when I saw little

accurate black swallow with opened wings and small almond flower. I was ready to fly towards

the sun.